I manipulate summer skin.
You sleep a bitter symphony
Of languid purple vision
As men tongue at black eternity.
Love me if it is frantic and repulsive
For a thousand white milk rains.
My ugly shadow lake boy
Of the luscious chocolate garden
Will whisper through a gorgeous storm
Only to stare at death heave above him.
This girl is not like a sea of power.
No void to recall your bare pink woman.
Our enormous bed has honey lather
To produce lazy love at his place.
Urge me to see a goddess in worship
But please, let it be easy.
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